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The Bald Man

Its a mere coincidence that from past few weeks I encounter a bald man daily,that too, at a strange place “The Washroom” in my office.

I am growing my hair from past 7 months, without a valid reason or logic.(Inflation??, No time to go to barber?, etc etc)

This bald man is not completely bald, and does have a few hair strands.

When I stand in front of the mirror, combing my hair, with my fingers(I do not carry a comb), this bald man too, stands next and comb his few hair strands with a small comb which he takes out of his back pocket in a very stylish manner.He combs them very stylishly too.

But he looks at me in very strange manner, and me like a thought reader tries to read his thoughts.

And here is what I feel he must be thinking

Wish I had hair like him?

Huh this many hair and not combed properly, God if I had them I would have kept them well.

Goodness I do not have this many hair to handle, thank God!!.

Whatever he must be thinking, I feel pretty embarrassed to arrange my hair with him around.

I feel like I am eating my my favorite sweet when the person standing next to me is hungry from 3 days.

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A simple person with complex desire.

Born on October 5th, 1983 at Indore, Madhya Pradesh, India.
I am a foodie, loves spicy food as equally as sweets. I love pani-puri,(gol-gappe, phucke) and can have it anytime. I love clicking pictures of wonderfully decorated and yummy looking, yummy tasting food, I enjoy eating at various places and sometimes try my hand at cooking.
When I am not eating, I love reading books, I read a lot, and when I am reading I forget everything else, so it is hard to get my attention when I am reading